Like The Stars That Burn

"Whoa, steady " Westlyn Brooke Hartwick pulled the reigns. Summer evening sunlight fell on her barren shoulders that were draped in silken chestnut hair. Her heart danced and her stomach churned. "Almost there, boy." She breathed the words, almost afraid to say them too loud in case it would alter them coming to pass. She hadn't seen Jesse in 2 years. Not since he left for Missouri to set a homestead there. She could still remember the way he would brush his rough hand across her face, his other hand encircling her waist and drawing her close, their bodies pressing...

"West "

Oh how she knew that voice. She kicked Rustic into a gallop and emerged from the wood into the little clearing where her cabin stood.

Jess & Westlyn have traveled many miles and many heartaches together, but can Westlyn's betrayal be forgiven? Can Jesse love her again? And can Westalyn learn that true love never really dies?